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Hi. I'm new at this so…I'm sorry if this sucks. And since everyone puts on a disclaimer, then I guess I will as well. I do not own any of the characters I will put in here…except my own.

Chapter 1

Arnora Academy is one of the most prestigious schools where battles aren't broken up, they're graded. This is where the students of today go to become the warriors of tomorrow. Everyone in Tokyo wants to get in, but there are special requests. You MUST have the ability to fight. You MUST not have a criminal record, unless it has to do only with fighting. You MUST not be a drug addict. And finally, you MUST have the heart to become a warrior and protect your country when you are called on. Not a lot of people could meet these standards; the Academy couldn't get any new students because of these rules. They almost had to close the school, forever.

But, there was one thing they didn't count on. Something that kept the school up and running; their principal, Sarah Arnora, had a child. It was the council's decision that when the child came of age, which was fourteen, she would attend. There was more than the child's birth that was not expected. The child had a strange mark on her back. No one knew what it meant, so they dismissed it as just a simple birthmark. But what they didn't know was it would be more than that, and it would make her the most powerful warrior the Academy has ever had. Her name was Margaret Arnora.

Margaret often wandered the Academy, watching the other students, helping the teachers, tutoring some of the freshmen, etc. She knew more about this place than anyone else, and just one more year, this thirteen year-old would be attending the greatest school in Japanese history! She couldn't wait.

Although she was unlike any of the other students; she was a very quiet girl, she was of the most athletic kids anyone had ever seen. There was a lot about her that wasn't known, like the mark on her back. Margaret had gone through every book in the library's non-fiction section looking for a match, nothing. She thought it was more than a "simple" birthmark, but if it wasn't in any of the books, then it was just there.

With her long blue hair blowing in the breeze, she sat, watching the clouds go by. From time to time someone would come by and ask her what she saw in the clouds. Most of them were surprised at what she said. They would either say, "Wow, I didn't see that!" or "You're pretty good, ever think about becoming an astrologist? You'll have WAY more than clouds to look at". At one point she even found one of the student's faces. When she said that, she laughed at herself.

"Beautiful day isn't it?" a man's voice said behind her.

She turned around and saw Squall Leonhart, one of the seniors at Arnora. She stood up and bowed. Squall put his hand up. "There's no need for that. I'm just a simple student."

"No, you're not. You're one of the upperclassmen, and according to the rules here, you must show respect to the upperclassmen."

"I know. But it just gets so annoying after a while. Every junior, sophomore, and freshmen bowing every time you walk into the same room as them, or walk right by them for that matter."

"They're just obeying the rules Leonhart-san."

"Don't call me 'san'. I hate those words. Just call me 'Squall', okay?"

"But-"

"No 'buts' about it. An upperclassman needs to be respected, right? So respect my request."

"O-okay Leo-I mean Squall-sa-no, wait I-"

"You'll get used to it. Until then, don't hurt yourself trying to get it right."

The bell rang. "Shit, is break time over already? I've got to get going. Catch you later!" Squall disappeared into the building.

Her heart was beating fast. Squall was one of the most popular students in the Academy, and a senior. She never thought that someone of his status would even LOOK at her. Margaret felt her face get hot. She stood there, feeling like a statue. Suddenly, someone called her in. It was her maid, Marry. Looking at the clouds one more time, she headed towards her hired hand, silently whispering, "Leonhart-san".

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Squall was pissed when break time was over. That meant he had to suffer listening to his teacher talk about the "good old days". Of course, they were when HE was in the military. As he walked into the room, some of the lowerclassmen stood and bowed. That wasn't helping at all. It only got him annoyed. He walked by and sat in his seat in the far left corner. He loved sitting in the back, and by one of the windows. The class was pretty dull, it was all white, and with some drawings the students would often do for the teacher. There were some with the teacher slaying a dragon, some with him posing with a gun in his hand, and even one with his wife. Of course, no one knew what his wife looked like, considering she died four years back. Some of the students think that's why he's so cranky.

"Take your seats, class is about to begin."

Squall was confused. The man that walked in wasn't his usual teach. The man looked to be in his early thirties, short brown hair, round black-rimmed glasses, and a brown suit. On the board were the words "Mario Alverez". Well, that would explain the Latino accent. But, why was he here?

"Your normal teacher, Mr. Rukoru, is out on a vacation in Scotland. He won't be back until six weeks from now. So, until he returns, I will be filling in, uh, I mean, substituting."

Well, this means there won't be any talk on the "good old days", that calmed Squall down a bit. He thought he might even like this guy, too bad he would only be here for six weeks.

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Margaret spent the entire school time in the library reading since everyone else was in class; she had no one to talk to. After about seven minutes of reading "the history of Japan", she fell asleep.

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She woke up, but it wasn't the Academy she saw. Margaret woke up in pitch black, but she could see herself. She was scared. She wanted to be back in the library. She started yelling for her mom. No answer. She was alone. Or, maybe not.

A figure started to appear in front of her. The figure was a boy with raven-black hair; in fact, he wore all black, except for the white fur around the collar. Around his neck was a silver lion's head. He was chained up, like a prisoner. She froze. It was Squall Leonhart!

"Leonhart-san, how did you-what in the-why?"

He lifted his head to look at her, although what Margaret saw was NOT a pleasant sight for her. Squall was heavily bleeding, there, in the middle of his forehead, was a hole made by a single gunshot. Margaret was horrified as well as shocked that he's still alive.

"Help…me." Squall said weakly. "Please…help me…"

He started to fade away. Margaret finally got control of her body and started running towards him. But by the time she got to him, Squall Leonhart was gone. Her legs got weak, and she fell onto her butt. She started crying. She wanted to help, she really did. Throughout the area was a maniac's laugh. She covered her ears, but it went into her head.

"Stop it. Please stop. STOP!!"

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She jolted awake. She looked around. She saw the many shelves, the librarian's desk, and books. She was back! She looked at the clock. School was over. Margaret stood and jolted out of the library. Running past almost every student in the school. She stopped when she saw Squall walking the halls, unharmed. She sighed a sigh of relief. But then, what was that dream all about. She decided to forget about it and started for her room.

"Whatever it was, it was weird."